Gluten Freebird

Everything is colorful, juicy and ripe right now. It’s all I can do not to squeeze or taste every offering at the farmers markets.

Needless to say, the real pain is felt in my wallet, but I am not complaining. I couldn’t care less about bread or croutons or dough when there’s so much bounty about.

Sunday’s visit to the Dupont farmers market yielded tomatoes, mozzarella, basil, garlic and more nectarines. We put it to use in a heat-free dinner.
The vampire-conquering garlic touted itself in a pesto of regular and Thai basil, while the tomatoes flashed their ruby goodness in a makeshift caprese using McEvoy Ranch olive oil.

Put it all outside and you’ve got the makings for a song. I was thinking something along the lines of “whoa-oa those suh-hummer ni-hights.” Stupid Grease is always stealing my ideas (racing cars through ravines, piercing ears at slumber parties and so on).